[No don't give him permission for that so easily, Hinata. He'll take it! And he does, hips rocking upwards, seeking more and more of that mouth. His fingers slip down Hinata's back, touching anywhere he can reach, just to touch.
The feeling of those hands at his thighs, even through the fabric of his pants is enough to drive him absurdly close to the edge.
But he doesn't want it to end so quickly. So instead he lets his head fall back against the couch, panting and breathless still, face still flushed through with desire.] I'm... I'm so close. Your mouth feels so hot... Hajime...
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The feeling of those hands at his thighs, even through the fabric of his pants is enough to drive him absurdly close to the edge.
But he doesn't want it to end so quickly. So instead he lets his head fall back against the couch, panting and breathless still, face still flushed through with desire.] I'm... I'm so close. Your mouth feels so hot... Hajime...